Monthly Archives: August 2015

The challenges of a night start on top of a lack of sleep and jet lag can take their toll…. Nigel G. wrote that he had to take several short naps to keep going the first night. That didn’t seem like … Continue reading →

The waiting is finally over. Riders pump their tires once more, stuff their jersey pockets with PB&J sandwiches, and perhaps apply a liberal dose of butt balm. 760 miles is a long way. Most of the riders begin their journey on … Continue reading →

A carnival atmosphere filled the air at Le Vélodrome National de Saint-Quentin-en-Yvelines on Saturday as several thousand PBP riders from around the world arrived to complete the check-in process. I sat by the entry point to Vélodrome and watched cyclists … Continue reading →

Lunch with some of the NJ PBP riders on Friday in Saint-Quentin-En-Yvelines was like other meals we’ve had together but also quite different. We had all made our way to France to experience PBP–even if only from the sidelines for … Continue reading →

We spent a few days with the Raschdorfs in London on our way to Paris. It was lovely to visit, get to know the incredibly well-tempered Baby B a little bit, and ride in nearby Richmond Park with Katie. Katie and … Continue reading →

We should board the flight to Heathrow in about 30 minutes. I’m finishing a cup of airport coffee, but I couldn’t buy the tasteless, soft croissant as I am already looking forward to the flaky and buttery version in Paris. … Continue reading →

The gas station and convenience store don’t even belong to Grumpy anymore, not that I’m sure I ever met Grumpy when he (?) purportedly owned the place. Still, I know he is no longer running things because the big sign … Continue reading →